Headless (2 poems)

I

You’re a razor blade beneath a peak
a fatal-blow bad habit
You’re a good-looking guillotine
an advocate for contravene

You’re a nosebleed in the lower seats
a slow-acting affliction
You’re a sunset at a morning mass
a backstage party without a pass

Your upper hand is my rock bottom
I’m the one but you see double
the Greek countdown to your Roman numeral

But we all pay attention at a funeral

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II

I’ll ride your mind
because you know better
than I
fill your head with
whatever gets you off
at night

wear you out
like a second skin

wondering if you’re wondering
if I’m still sitting
figuring
if I could ever
figure
you out

You’re a libertine
that there’s no breaking down

an inbetween

So I’m rethinking
how
I allowed this
to take up the better side
of my mind

I’m preoccupied

but you know this
so I suppose it’s
only right to
control it
to avoid casualty
if that’s what
you need

if only the
focus
remains in
the sheets

So I guess what I mean is

I will try
to accept your
ceasefire
but inside both our heads
when we retire
to bed

I can promise
Hellfire
If ever you decide
that that’s what
you want

Instead

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